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astraystayyh · 1 year ago

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My sun

a little something for channie's birthday, inspired by this pic he sent :') basically chan is tired and you're his sun. hurt/comfort.

chan is exhausted. you could sense it before even seeing him- from the way he quietly dropped his keys onto the kitchen table, to how he refrained from turning on any lights on his way to your bedroom; as if trying to minimize his existence, to soften the sounds he leaves on his trail so the world would finally allow him to rest.

or maybe you simply knew from the way your heart constricted in your chest as soon as you heard him open the door to your apartment. you were worried about him all week, sensing that his soul felt a bit heavier for him to carry, harder to care for due to all the work piled up on him.

you hurry to your feet, meeting him halfway at the entrance to your room. his gaze softens the moment it lands on you, with slightly puffy eyes and discheveled ginger hair- he's beautiful, even when he's utterly tired.

"hey, baby," you greet, opening your arms wide for him. he sinks into your embrace, sighing softly when his forehead presses onto your shoulder blade. you rub your hands soothingly across his back, willing the tension in his body to dissipate, to desert his bones and seep into yours. you'd do it all to lessen his load, even if it meant adding onto your own.

"did you eat?" you ask after a while, your hand smoothing down the back of his hair. he simply shakes his head against your body, a slight exhale escaping him and traversing your skin, like stones skipping across a tranquil river.

"let's eat together, hm?" you suggest, gently peeling yourself away from him. "i've made you dinner."

he manages a tired smile in reply, and the light in his eyes still seemed muted to you. but you kiss his cheek and the corners of his mouth tug upward a bit more, and it's a slight progress you'd take.

you lead him by the hand to the kitchen, settling him on the stool before heating up the meal you've made beforehand. you quickly move around, plating the food and pouring him his favorite soft drink. your hand brushes against his shoulder silently as you sit down in front of him.

you both eat in silence, his warm palm pressed against your knee. you didn't always need words to fill your home- your love spoke louder than man-made syllables.

"thank you, honey," chan whispers when he's done, a smile gracing his plump lips. it's brighter, and the light in his eyes sparkles even more when you kiss him in reply. you can't help but press your lips against his again, and again, and again, hoping that with each kiss the lights would gradually turn on within him, one by one.

"you can shower while i clean up, okay?" you beam at him, lips still tantalizing close to one another. he tilts his head upwards, placing a kiss on your nose in gratitude.

some time later, chan climbs onto your bed, the smell of his shampoo tickling your nostrils. he's wearing a black crewneck, the one you've heated up beforehand for him. you hoped that the warmth from the soft material would seep into his soul, igniting candles where the rain seems to have finally ceased.

you retrieve your moisturizer from your nightstand, before straddling chan's lap. he shifts slightly, settling his back against the headboard, allowing you to sit comfortably on his midriff. you scoop a bit of the cooling cream, before lathering it on his skin. your eyebrows are slightly knitted as you gently massage it in, you miss the way chan's eyes glimmer as he looks at you- the shinning lights are back on for you.

he grabs your wrist, halting your movement, before turning it around and placing a tender kiss on your pulse. the ghost of his breath sends shivers down your spine, and you retaliate by placing the tiniest peck on his palm, before trailing up his arm, his shoulder, then his jaw. chan giggles quietly as you pepper his entire face with kisses, making sure that no inch of skin is forgotten.

his face is dewy from the moisturizer, a pink hue tinting his cheeks from your kisses, and he looks so breathtakingly pretty as you finally curl your hand around the back of his neck, lowering his head to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

the seconds swiftly trickle into minutes, not that you'd know of as your mouths move lazily against one another, time no longer existing for the two of you. "i love you," he whispers, as you pull apart, slightly dazed. you gently cradle his cheek, thumb swiping tenderly from his temple to his under eye, "i love you too."

you turn off the light, before settling against his chest. his arms wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer. you can feel his heart beating underneath you- a steady rhythm that would serve as backdrop to your dreams, later that night. he smells like coconut soap, and a faint whisper of his cologne that never truly leaves his clothes, even after laundry. you lightly untangle yourself from his hold, moving around until his face nestles in the crook of your neck.

"i want to hold you tonight," you whisper, fingers running through his slightly damp hair.

"thank you," he says quietly, pausing to press a kiss to your collarbones. "thank you for being my sun."

his body is snug against yours, a comforting warmth emanating from him to you. holding him feels like embracing the clouds and sinking into velvet pillows, it feels like coming home where all the lights are on, idly waiting for your return.

#i wrote this for the galaxies in chan's eyes and the incredible warmth he emanates.#skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #skz hurt/comfort

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multistanisms · 2 months ago

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Legacy of Snow Ch.4 || Stray Kids

FANDOM: Stray Kids

PAIRING: Han x Minho

WORD COUNT: 1634

RATING: PG

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood and violence

SUMMARY:

Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han’s dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn’t entirely human, he’s what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn’t the only one who resides in the human realm.

Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It’s a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he’s found himself a part of?

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Chapter Four: Troubling Events

The day had gone by and staff were all gone, all that was left was locking up for the night. Chan was on the phone as he made his way to finish just that. “You can’t just go using your powers in the open like that.” He sighed as he stepped out the front door to lock it. The person he was talking to spoke, and his eyes rolled as he started the brief journey to his apartment. “He didn’t directly ask, but-”

“Then why does it matter?” Minho countered.

“Just because someone doesn’t ask about it doesn’t mean they don’t notice things, Minho.” Chan argued. “There is a time and place for you to be an asshole with your pranks, but out in the open like that isn’t one of them.”

“What are you losing your head over? I doubt he noticed your frozen mug of black death.”

Chan closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed again. “Because no one is supposed to have proof of what we can do. We’re Leafania Knights now, Minho, and our job is to protect humanity. Can you imagine the uproar if someone a little too eager for fame discovered our abilities? What we can do?”

“What, like a movie deal or something? Oh, I know, maybe we could book a magic gig in Las Vegas. I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like there.”

“Damn it, Lee Know, be serious about this.” Chan grit the words in frustration, like a father scolding a child. “Don’t go freezing things so openly.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to be more subtle next time.” Minho conceded, but Chan could hear the eye roll through the call. “Where are you anyway?”

“Just about home.”

“Why are you out so late? Hyunjin left the studio hours ago.” Minho paused, and Chan didn't need to see the younger man to know he'd pieced it together. “Chan, you need to take it easy. You’ll burn yourself out and we don’t need to be down a man right now. Not to mention you have a literal company to run.”

“We need our Pretear, Minho.”

“Not at the cost of our personal health, Christopher.” Minho was scolding now. “Do I need to call Felix?”

“Don’t you dare. He’s got a tournament tomorrow and needs his rest.”

“Then get home, eat and get some rest. We can pick up on our Pretear search later.”

“Did you or Hyunjin have any luck today?”

“I didn’t ask Hyunjin, he went over to Chagbin and Felix’s place not long after he got home. I did sense something earlier today, but I couldn’t place where it was coming from.”

“I felt something today, too, but it’s too faint to be what we need.” Chan mused as he stepped into the elevator at his building. “Is it possible for the Pretear to hide their signature from us?”

“Why are you asking me like I know? None of our predecessors have even found a pretear since what, the 1500s?”

Chan laughed a little, shaking his head. “It hasn’t been that long, Minho.”

“Okay, 1800s, then.”

“I wonder if there’s anything in the Leafania library.”

“I haven’t been to Leafania in like…six years. But I suppose anything is possible. The library has a record of us, doesn’t it?”

“It does. When we first went to Leafania and accepted our gifts, our names were logged into the appropriate tome of knowledge. At least, that’s what the Knight before me explained. It’s meant to keep track of how long we hold our gifts.” Chan answered. “Maybe we need to take a trip and see if we can find anything.” Opening his door, he set his bag on the loveseat and ran a hand through his hair. “In the meantime, be safe and be on alert.”

“The same applies for you. So get some damn sleep.” Minho grumbled, hanging up.

Chan released a painful breath when the call was done, going to his bedroom to grab a change of clothes and go to his bathroom. Lifting his shirt made him wince, revealing a bandage covering a small, healing gash just under his ribs on the left. A wet cloth carefully brushes the excess blood away, cleaning it up so he can patch it over with a solvent, gauze and medical tape. He takes care to make sure it’s covered, knowing that by the time he rested, the skin would have knit itself back together and left a barely visible scar. “Thank goodness for the accelerated healing of the Knights.” he breathed, changing into pajama pants and washing up before going to make food. He’s working on putting it together when his phone rings, and he frowns when he spots Felix’s picture pop up on his phone screen. Swiping to answer, he opened his mouth to speak. “I told Minho not to bother you.”

“What?”

There’s a panicked voice on the other end, mixed with confusion at his words, but the panic is the first thing Chan tunes into. “What’s wrong?”

“Hyunjin came over for a bit to play with Binnie and I, but when he left…” Felix voices cracks and Chan’s entire body lights with worry as the blue haired male struggles to form words. He’s starting to notice other voices in the background, but he forces down his own panic. The others need him calm; especially Felix.

“Felix, I need you to breathe,” he coaxed, knowing his power didn’t work as easily on the other knights. “Where’s Changbin?” There’s a sound of shuffling and whimpers before a new voice - Changbin’s - comes over the line.

“Chan?”

“What’s going on, fill me in.”

“Some kind of larvae, no doubt. Hyunjin says he didn’t sense it until it was too late. He’s hurt pretty bad, but I think we’ve got it covered.”

“Where’s Jongin?”

“He’s here. As soon as Lix and I got the call from Hyunjin, we called him and he met us here.”

“Are you still in the open?”

“Yes and no. Innie’s got a barrier up, so we aren’t visible at the moment. We’re getting Hyunjin stabilized and then taking him back to our place.”

“Good, make sure Innie goes with you, he doesn’t need to be on his own, none of us do. Everyone needs to be off the streets as quickly as possible. “I’ll let the others know, but from now on, we move in teams after nightfall.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Keep me posted, and please, be careful getting home.” Chan urged.

“I’ll let you know when we get there.” Changbin answered, the call hanging up.

Chan changed his meal, instead moving to pull leftovers out and heat them up as he informed the remaining Knights of the development and the new orders. He ate and went to bed, although sleep was difficult due to his concern for Hyunjin. He managed to get a little rest, waking when the sun peeked through his blinds and groaning. He forced himself up, however, knowing he needed to check on his own wound and get an update on his wounded team member. Walking to the bathroom, he gently pried the tape from his skin, revealing the thin pink line where the gash had been previously. He dressed and headed to Felix and Changbin’s address, knowing he needed to see them in person. He was worried about Felix as well, remembering the panic and emotion in the other’s voice the night before. Walking up the two flights to the loft, he knocked on the door, waiting as patiently as he was able. It took a long moment, but then the door opened to reveal Felix, blue hair still tousled from sleep, his ever present choker tucked beneath a shirt that was a little big on his frame. “Hey there, Lix.”

“Hey yourself.” Felix’s deep voice rumbled, the sound even deeper from not being awake. “Come to see Hyunjin?”

“And to check on you.” Chan answered, stepping inside when Felix opened the door to allow him in. “How is he?”

“I think he’s still asleep. Changbin left for work not too long ago, he was making sure Jongin got to work, too.”

“When is your tournament?”

“Not until three. I’ll be okay, because everyone is alright. That’s the major thing.” Felix answered, going to the guest room and knocking on the door. He cracked it a little, poking his head in. “Hyunjin?”

“I’m awake.” Hyunjin replied softly, prompting the two men at the door to enter. Shoulder length hair is such a deep navy it almost appears black, and settles like a messy curtain about his face as he sits up. “Chan-hyung.”

“Hey, Hyunjin.” Chan greeted, moving to sit at the side of the bed. “You don’t have to be formal with me right now. How are you feeling?”

“Still sore, but I’ll make it. Just need a day or two to be back at my best. I expected Innie to still be here.” Hyunjin answered, silvery gray eyes looking at where an air mattress had been set up.

“He’s got a special lily he’s trying to cultivate, so he left with Changbin like an hour ago.” Felix replied. “You scared us half to death, Hyunjin. And by us, I mostly mean me.”

“I’m sorry, Felix. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Hyunjin’s face is concerned as he reaches to pet over Felix’s long hair in a comforting way. “Did we at least kill the damn thing?”

“Binnie got it. Jongin and I were focused on healing you. That larvae took a good chunk of your leafé, so we were worried.”

“My leafé will return in no time, I just need to take it easy for a couple of days.” Hyunjin assured.

“Just be careful not to overexert yourself. You had plans to work with Ryu on choreography today, right?” Chan asked.

“That was the intention. But I probably won't be going today. Ryu will understand, I'm sure.” Hyunjin replied, reaching to pick up his phone.

“Until your back at a hundred percent, try to stay in your office as much as possible, okay?” Chan took a breath and sighed. “Like I told the others last night, we need to stay in groups after sundown. If you have to be alone, try to get it done before then. We can't risk anyone else getting hurt. We need to keep each other safe, and I'm going to step up my search.”

“For our Pretear?” Hyunjin asked, tone droll as he leveled Chan with an even more unimpressed look. “Chan, do you honestly think that us having a Pretear will stop the increase in larvae activity?”

“Maybe not stop it entirely, but it will give us an edge. And any advantage we can get is one we should take, correct?” Chan cocks his head to one side as he watches Hyunjin, who rolls his eyes and leans back against the pillows.

“Come on, Hyunjin, Chan is right. Preeting combines our magic with the Pretear’s, making a single unit that makes us stronger.” Felix smiled as he spoke. “It's quite interesting to read about.”

“Read?” Chan's interest piques at the words, turning his head towards Felix.

The sudden attention makes Felix run a hand through his turquoise hair, brushing it over one shoulder as he plays with the long strands, braiding and unbraiding it. “I go to the library in Leafania now and then, to gather some new reading material. I've been looking into the documents about those before us, about what we can do. I found a tome on Pretears, so that's what I've been reading between streams.”

“Have you found anything about a Pretear cloaking themselves?” Chan inquired.

“Cloaking themselves?” Felix repeated, humming thoughtfully. “I haven't read anything about it. New Pretears have no idea what they are, most never learn. Pretear magic is dormant when they're first born, I guess you could say. Some of them apparently live as witches because somehow they learn how to access their magic, but those cases aren't common. Mostly the magic stays dormant unless something happens that essentially sparks it to life.”

“So basically we could be standing right next to them and have no clue.” Hyunjin sighed at the information.

“They wouldn't, either, though, so it's not entirely anyone's fault.” Felix assured. “We can't do much unless that seal on their power is cracked. Once it is, though, we'll find signs.”

“Signs? Like what, Felix?”

“They’ll be able to sense the demon larvae like we do. And according to what I've read so far, contact between a knight and a pretear that isn't meant to preet causes some kind of spark.”

“Like static shock?” Chan asks now, a curious look on his face.

“I'm not sure. I mean, I would think it might be stronger than static shock, especially depending on the contact.” Felix answers, shrugging a little. “This is all from previous cases, though, and each one is different. Why?”

“No real reason.” Chan looked up with a smile, standing from the bed. “I have to head to the studio, I have a session with Han and one of our trainees about to debut. Do either of you need anything?”

“Coffee.” Hyunjin stated simply, making Chan laugh.

“I'll have Sana send some for both of you.” He assured, looking at Felix. “What about you?”

“Just the coffee is fine.” Felix smiled. “I can make breakfast while we wait.”

Chan nodded in understanding, patting Felix’s head. “Good luck on your tournament.”

“Don't get too distracted, okay?” Felix asked, worry evident in his features as fingers toyed with his choker. “Your people are counting on you.”

“All of you count on me, too, Felix.” Chan countered. “So please, both of you be extra careful.”

“Apply that to yourself, too.” Hyunjin added. “We're a team, we'll do this together.”

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